The torrential rain desperately poured down, lashing the ground like whips, driving the entire Blackwater River to surge forward.
Rain splattered all over the boat's canopy.
Liang Qu stood under the eave of the boat, gazing into the distance as columns of rain plummeted onto the low mountains on both banks, joining together to form waterfalls.
Now and then, trees collapsed, carrying with them rocks, yellow mud, and plummeting into the Blackwater River, creating swathes of muddy pollution, which the swift current would then envelop and dissipate.
"The water level is falling."
Liang Qu lowered his head. Meters above the waterline where the river met the mountain, bare rock faces were exposed, devoid of any vegetation. It wasn't caused by a landslide at any particular point; as they traveled along the river, it was all the same.
Despite the downpour, the water level of the Blackwater River didn't rise; instead, it was falling!
